<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:26:19.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILLIADDICT's BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-604033032221262854</id><published>2011-07-07T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:39:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your true intention really to "clean"?</title><content type='html'>I want a free Government. A clean Government. But like Ghandi said, Be the change you want to see in the world. I do not understand how a group of power mongers Vs another group of power hoarders is going to change anything. The only thing i can foresee in the near future and the far future if we do have any is more and more arguments amounting to who is going to be the next corrupt body. Everyone is corrupt to a certain degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am willing to bet all that I am worth that the same people who are organising the Bersih rally are not as innocent as those that they oppose. I for one do not believe that they have never mouthed the words, "boleh tolong ka?" Nepotism and corruption is a way of life that can never be changed. No Government can claim to be free of corruption. If the instigators of the rallies really wanted to make a change and they really believe that BN is the source of all these problems, then they would change the institution from the inside and not create road closures and instability that would affect our livelihoods. What is the point of gaining a so called clean Government when we end up poor with no outside countries willing to trade with us. What then is the point. They say they fight for the future but what is the future if it is at best bleak and sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-604033032221262854?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/604033032221262854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=604033032221262854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/604033032221262854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/604033032221262854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-your-true-intention-really-to-clean.html' title='Is your true intention really to &quot;clean&quot;?'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-3571577117223237527</id><published>2010-12-12T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:23:29.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malacca again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvNDox2AI/AAAAAAAAAao/mtdQrAdmF2w/s1600/09122010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvNDox2AI/AAAAAAAAAao/mtdQrAdmF2w/s320/09122010028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549471804700088322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lets start off this post with my sudden craving to eat crabs. it was a weird thing. something that i woke up with and for many weeks(not being dramatic here) i craved the flesh of these calcium packaged sweetness. taking to the streets many times but somehow always failing to get a hold of these succulent &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crustacean" title="Crustacean" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;crustaceans&lt;/a&gt;. finally on thursday, i spotted them at the weekly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nightmarket. AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvM-HrvrI/AAAAAAAAAag/cN7yvbFmN7g/s1600/03122010022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvM-HrvrI/AAAAAAAAAag/cN7yvbFmN7g/s320/03122010022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549471803219099314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my baby,we were having a day trip down to Malacca. just to rest and relax. Things have been very hectic lately and we both needed a day where we could just take our time. We did some shopping on Jonker, went to the beach for some fresh air and finally had dinner with my mother. This was something i really needed to get me back into my daily routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvMf_XlfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BDKWfnwqiR4/s1600/03122010025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvMf_XlfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BDKWfnwqiR4/s320/03122010025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549471795131160050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvLw85-EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GCuXDP-AK-4/s1600/03122010019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvLw85-EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GCuXDP-AK-4/s320/03122010019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549471782504364098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvLTh7aAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/LRTgOQexQZE/s1600/03122010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvLTh7aAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/LRTgOQexQZE/s320/03122010021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549471774606583810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she has no idea how much i love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-3571577117223237527?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TQOvNDox2AI/AAAAAAAAAao/mtdQrAdmF2w/s72-c/09122010028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-5377270480598859335</id><published>2010-11-16T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:43:26.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i die young - the band perry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I die young bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother&lt;br /&gt;She'll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no&lt;br /&gt;ain't even grey, but she buries her baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom&lt;br /&gt;I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never known the lovin' of a man&lt;br /&gt;But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought forever could be severed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls&lt;br /&gt;What I never did is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for my thoughts, oh no I’ll sell them for a dollar&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/The%20Band%20Perry.html" title="The Band Perry lyrics"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: 5px;"&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;They're worth so much more after I’m a gonner&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’&lt;br /&gt;Funny when you're dead how people start listenin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballad of a dove&lt;br /&gt;Go with peace and love&lt;br /&gt;Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Save them for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-5377270480598859335?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5377270480598859335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=5377270480598859335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5377270480598859335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5377270480598859335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-die-young-band-perry.html' title='if i die young - the band perry'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-4219680933838346034</id><published>2010-10-18T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:19:39.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love control.&lt;br /&gt;I like being able to determine the path to take&lt;br /&gt;when I want the car to turn left, it does just as I wish.&lt;br /&gt;I really do enjoy that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, not everything can be controlled,&lt;br /&gt;the weather for instance.&lt;br /&gt;too many different variables to make it into something we can control&lt;br /&gt;there is the humidity, the static, the temperature, the wind&lt;br /&gt;in fact, even the phases of the moon is taken into account&lt;br /&gt;even still, these are but a small portion of the variables that control the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best we come up with is the ability to predict the weather.&lt;br /&gt;this puts some control back into our hand,&lt;br /&gt;but that's what they want you to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;predicting the weather allows you to plan around the weather&lt;br /&gt;you don't plan for it to happen,&lt;br /&gt;and lets be honest, we are not very good at predicting the weather either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'm trying to say is,&lt;br /&gt;I love being able to control something.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to control everything.&lt;br /&gt;somehow that ability would just take all the fun and spontaneity out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why I never believed in preparing the umbrella before the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I do have a thing against standing under the umbrella&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;that's not the issue here.&lt;br /&gt;if its just a soft drizzle then i find the umbrella stupid.&lt;br /&gt;if its pouring cats and dogs, the umbrella is not going to help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarly in life,&lt;br /&gt;if the problem is small, just persevere through it.&lt;br /&gt;if the problem is huge,&lt;br /&gt;well lets get wet.&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;didn't we all use to love playing under the rain last time.&lt;br /&gt;we just grow stronger every time after the rain is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so love&lt;br /&gt;be happy&lt;br /&gt;splurge&lt;br /&gt;me a control freak,&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in planning for the future.&lt;br /&gt;i just believe in knowing what i want to do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;that's my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to plan my path there&lt;br /&gt;that would be quite confusing and lets face it&lt;br /&gt;i can't predict the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-4219680933838346034?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4219680933838346034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=4219680933838346034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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things you do make me feel betrayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2067640919867828994?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2067640919867828994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2067640919867828994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2067640919867828994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2067640919867828994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-things-you-do-make-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-1790384799235227980</id><published>2010-10-10T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:18:17.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh.............. it's been so long since i've updated this....&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to all the people who still read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets see whats happened since i last posted something up here&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started year two, and for the first time in my life i have no idea what i am doing in class&lt;br /&gt;the prom planning seems to be going along well,&lt;br /&gt;a few conflicts here and there(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe not here and there just me and me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;but i expected this, so i wont take anything to heart,&lt;br /&gt;it's just many bright minds with lots of clashing ideals and ideas i suppose&lt;br /&gt;just got to remember that we are friends first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother passed away recently,&lt;br /&gt;so i was really busy with that.&lt;br /&gt;didnt even log on to the internet in almost 7 days,&lt;br /&gt;the longest by far since i've gotten the internet&lt;br /&gt;i'm an addict what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i guess that was to pay respects to dear old granny  i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i know you will kill me for this,&lt;br /&gt;but i love you and you know who you are....... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1790384799235227980?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1790384799235227980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1790384799235227980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1790384799235227980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1790384799235227980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-5106266769037836580</id><published>2010-09-19T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:09:45.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My results are out and i have to thank God i did not fail&lt;br /&gt;in fact i think i did quite well&lt;br /&gt;considering i spend less than 24 hours studying for each of the subject&lt;br /&gt;call it the lazy luck, but i always find that i do better when i dont work particulary hard&lt;br /&gt;oh well,.....&lt;br /&gt;got to experiment with year two and work harder in order to get the first class i need&lt;br /&gt;69 average just hurts....&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-5106266769037836580?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5106266769037836580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=5106266769037836580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5106266769037836580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5106266769037836580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-3047241671263233454</id><published>2010-08-14T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:09:37.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it is over.&lt;br /&gt;just like that&lt;br /&gt;it is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-3047241671263233454?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-8413579679985551849</id><published>2010-08-10T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:38:50.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then there was ONE&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;i think i need it alot&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8413579679985551849?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8413579679985551849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-7811557768638654664</id><published>2010-08-07T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:43:53.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 down and 2 more to go!!&lt;br /&gt;EFFF!!! how could i not finish those essays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-7811557768638654664?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7811557768638654664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-2393697859705363787</id><published>2010-08-07T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:43:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 down and 2 more to go!!&lt;br /&gt;EFFF!!! how could i not finish those essays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2393697859705363787?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2393697859705363787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-4660093893868784427</id><published>2010-08-03T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:52:31.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh gosh.... 1 down and three more to go... I can do this&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-4660093893868784427?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4660093893868784427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=4660093893868784427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/4660093893868784427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/4660093893868784427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-2677700292983416448</id><published>2010-07-31T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:07:43.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in love.....&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;can't type your name here&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2677700292983416448?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2677700292983416448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2677700292983416448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2677700292983416448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2677700292983416448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-1239063922171360987</id><published>2010-07-06T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:43:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so glad today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TDILHGSJRRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/62bl0ow7Xrs/s1600/06072010132.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I am quite content with what happened today&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i finally got my first drop pod!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TDILHGSJRRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/62bl0ow7Xrs/s1600/06072010132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TDILHGSJRRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/62bl0ow7Xrs/s320/06072010132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490463112291763474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i finally got my car serviced...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;changed so many parts, but it was all good&lt;br /&gt;even sitting for 2 hours with the mechanic was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got my racket  restrung,&lt;br /&gt;then i cooked a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still happy and full now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i also had baskin robbins with daniel just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to do it again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but not with him&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1239063922171360987?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1239063922171360987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1239063922171360987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1239063922171360987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1239063922171360987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-so-glad-today.html' title='I&apos;m so glad today'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TDILHGSJRRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/62bl0ow7Xrs/s72-c/06072010132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-5095263454630944476</id><published>2010-06-30T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T01:19:24.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and&lt;br /&gt;possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact&lt;br /&gt;you must give it to no one, not even an animal.&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries;&lt;br /&gt;avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe&lt;br /&gt;in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket,&lt;br /&gt;safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;It will not be broken; it will become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbreakable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impenetrable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irredeemable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to be vulnerable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-5095263454630944476?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5095263454630944476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=5095263454630944476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5095263454630944476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5095263454630944476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-anything-and-your-heart-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-7184972980419154547</id><published>2010-06-29T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:55:15.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story of my life people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCoWKwbrw2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rRyBHpFCEs8/s1600/5674_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCcOoh9MkcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1ohANA-h0Mc/s320/27062010103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487370760446841282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCcOdwdk2mI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4qsdCxpvp1c/s1600/27062010098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCcOdwdk2mI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4qsdCxpvp1c/s320/27062010098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487370575362185826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCcNqDQCyYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/h-oMjNSHknM/s1600/27062010097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCcNqDQCyYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/h-oMjNSHknM/s320/27062010097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487369687052503426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCcNptaWxMI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GFs1C6CFz30/s1600/27062010107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCcNptaWxMI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GFs1C6CFz30/s320/27062010107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487369681190175938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I walked up a mountain....&lt;br /&gt;almost reached the top when I realised that&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to stand at the top Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned around and started walking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;it was a 3km walk there and another 3km back i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;not sure cause the road signs were misleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i found this weird tadpole looking thing that was gold and black in colour.... I think it was a toad's tadpole but I'm not sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8229256006028589318?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8229256006028589318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=8229256006028589318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8229256006028589318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8229256006028589318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-walked-up-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCcOoh9MkcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1ohANA-h0Mc/s72-c/27062010103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-7577182260982484860</id><published>2010-06-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:22:24.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCYpMDNTyWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Cn18svk-dzk/s1600/27062010092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCYpMDNTyWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Cn18svk-dzk/s320/27062010092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487118482993826146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-7577182260982484860?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7577182260982484860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=7577182260982484860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/7577182260982484860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/7577182260982484860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCYpMDNTyWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Cn18svk-dzk/s72-c/27062010092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6393772416199934848</id><published>2010-06-23T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:04:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottle rockets = happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCHbYiAamZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nSvu-iSFcdU/s1600/n561170918_2149414_1211373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCHbYiAamZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nSvu-iSFcdU/s320/n561170918_2149414_1211373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485907035605866898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to go launch bottle rockets again!!!&lt;br /&gt;somehow&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i launch it&lt;br /&gt;it makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;and what i need right now&lt;br /&gt;is to feel happy again&lt;br /&gt;even if it is a fleeting moment&lt;br /&gt;it is better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas....&lt;br /&gt;the second part of my rocket has some problems&lt;br /&gt;probably cause i haven't used it in a while&lt;br /&gt;the bottom end is starting to leak air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;looks like ill be spending some&lt;br /&gt;DIY&lt;br /&gt;time again&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i just realised&lt;br /&gt;i found something else that excites me&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;DIY!!!&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i easy to please or what&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-6393772416199934848?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6393772416199934848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=6393772416199934848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6393772416199934848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6393772416199934848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/bottle-rockets-happiness.html' title='bottle rockets = happiness'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TCHbYiAamZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nSvu-iSFcdU/s72-c/n561170918_2149414_1211373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-7765397198530366223</id><published>2010-06-19T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:30:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxx6Z4aG4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QBwygX9BoKY/s1600/unicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxxfNvB8GI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jX5JGdIAHwY/s1600/lenticular-clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxxfNvB8GI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jX5JGdIAHwY/s320/lenticular-clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484383227307225186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxxNAJ2CrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h6PZ_NfNWQw/s1600/ecologic-main-ext-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"True, I talk of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Which are the children of an idle brain,&lt;br /&gt;Begot of nothing but vain fantasy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fantasies. What are they? Are they really just the result of an idle brain? A dream. A dream so sweet and comforting but alas it is but a figment of your imagination. Are we supposed to dream big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxx6Z4aG4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QBwygX9BoKY/s1600/unicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxx6Z4aG4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QBwygX9BoKY/s320/unicorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484383694424251266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the thoughts of a truly idle mind. One that lacks imagination to go beyond the box.&lt;br /&gt;But let me ask you this. if you assume that thinking outside the box requires thinking outside the ordinary. And everyone is encouraged to do this. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets assume that everybody would think outside the box, then wouldn't thinking outside the box become something ordinary and hence be placed back inside the box? Assuming the theory persists, then wouldn't thinking inside the box become thinking outside the box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxx69mE42I/AAAAAAAAAYY/smUtQhb7C4g/s1600/outside-the-box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxx69mE42I/AAAAAAAAAYY/smUtQhb7C4g/s320/outside-the-box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484383704011039586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is true, then people are not meant to think outside the box, or it will end up as an unending paradox of inside, outside, inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is why some people are paid to dream. Some people are paid to carry out these dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think the most realistic dreamers out there are the designers. Be it buildings or cars, these people are paid to dream big and the best thing about it is that people carry out these dreams of theirs for them. At the end of the day, they get to tell their friends, or family, or children "that is my dream and my ambition and here it is in a tangible form"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually a career path I've thought about for awhile. Even if i were to design the lowly Protons, I would still be able to say "hey, look! everyone is using my designs!" what an  honour that would be.&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/LIQUID%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxxNAJ2CrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h6PZ_NfNWQw/s1600/ecologic-main-ext-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxxNAJ2CrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h6PZ_NfNWQw/s320/ecologic-main-ext-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484382914423950002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas it is merely a dream for now. Maybe in the far future people would be driving around in one of my designs, but for now it is merely the child of an idle brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I believe all is not lost. If I do one day become a Lawyer, or a teacher, or a politician, would I not still be able to carry out my dreams? Instead of designing tangible objects, I can take part in designing the future for the next generation. Would that not be a grander dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, these are all mere dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I can say it over and over again as many times as I want, but it won't come true unless I work for it. The bigger the dream, the more work it entails.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....... it is a curse and a blessing i believe to have &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;big dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-7765397198530366223?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7765397198530366223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=7765397198530366223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/7765397198530366223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/7765397198530366223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/TBxxfNvB8GI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jX5JGdIAHwY/s72-c/lenticular-clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-1288941360528172814</id><published>2010-06-05T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:38:23.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, New story!</title><content type='html'>This is a story of a love gone confused. That’s right, not a love gone wrong but a love gone confused. We shall start the story with the main character. His name is Albert. Then we also have his good friend Bernard. Then there is also a girl. Her name is Carmen. And this would be the story of a very confusing love triangle in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see Bernard has liked Carmen for a long time. He takes her out on shopping trips and dinners. What a nice guy. Carmen also likes Bernard, but she draws the line at being only a friend and nothing more. In fact, when there was an important question asked, she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How heart breaking. Don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that didn’t stop Bernard from staying interested in her; although I think it pains him to see her. After all, I read somewhere that the most painful heartache is being so close to someone, but never able to tell that someone how you feel. I somewhat feel a little sad for Bernard, not because he got rejected or anything like that, but because he tries so hard to hide everything. Perhaps at the bottom of his heart, he is still hoping that she will one day say yes.&lt;br /&gt;Then came Albert. Albert and Bernard have been friends since childhood. Although they were never close enough to call themselves best friends, well there was always something connecting the two of them together. So Albert came to know Carmen a little later compared to Bernard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact in the beginning, Albert didn’t really feel a sense of chemistry with this Carmen girl. How silly of him. After a while, they began speaking to each other, and somehow or rather Albert fell for this girl. A girl he initially termed as funny.&lt;br /&gt;However, things get complicated because as their relationships progressed, Albert found out Bernard’s intentions for Carmen. Placed in a weird situation, Albert is lost and does not know what to do. Albert is afraid that asking Carmen for the truth would make things very awkward for all three of them, so in the end, I suppose this has ended up as a very confused love relationship&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s anyone got any ideas how to solve this little pickle that the two boys are in? hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon after, life started happening, people started growing up. These three friends sometimes grew closer, and sometimes they grew apart. However one thing perhaps never changed between these three friends. People come, people leave, but somehow this 'what if' moment will probably not be forgotten in many years to come, till finally Carmen passes, Bernard passes, and Albert passes when all these people are old and look like prunes&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1288941360528172814?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1288941360528172814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1288941360528172814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1288941360528172814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1288941360528172814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-new-story.html' title='Okay, New story!'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-1376224699856357937</id><published>2010-06-02T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:13:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this a dream? (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Imagine being in a completely alien environment.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how you got there.&lt;br /&gt;The rooms look weird.&lt;br /&gt;You feel a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;like there is something in your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;But really there is nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;You are hungry, yet appetite has left.&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine a dark and cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trapped, in your mind, Trapped in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a hand grabs your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time,&lt;br /&gt;what are you meant to feel?&lt;br /&gt;Fear?&lt;br /&gt;Would fear help in this circumstance?&lt;br /&gt;You hear the thunder booming in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it feels like it is moving closer and closer towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Then you remember the hand.&lt;br /&gt;Do you turn?&lt;br /&gt;Do you run?&lt;br /&gt;If you ran, where would you run to?&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and fight? With what? Your malnutrition-ed body?&lt;br /&gt;Funny how at times like these, time is a subjective matter.&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts passing through your mind in less than a split second,&lt;br /&gt;then you decide.&lt;br /&gt;turn around and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel the hand jerk harder!&lt;br /&gt;You try to throw a punch.&lt;br /&gt;hoping to get that person or thing.&lt;br /&gt;you miss, hitting only air.&lt;br /&gt;The hand releases you and you stagger back. Unable to see clearly due to the flashing lights, you decide that it might have been a better idea to have ran.&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;you Turn on your heels and you feel the cold hand.&lt;br /&gt;You just realised it was cold&lt;br /&gt;was it cold before?&lt;br /&gt;its grip now harder. Tighter.&lt;br /&gt;A voice tells you to stop.&lt;br /&gt;its a hard voice. Unfeeling perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;What is your instincts telling you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1376224699856357937?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1376224699856357937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1376224699856357937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1376224699856357937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1376224699856357937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-this-dream-part-2.html' title='is this a dream? (part 2)'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-4617430855660668850</id><published>2010-05-29T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:56:19.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this a dream?</title><content type='html'>First imagine you are in a dark room.&lt;br /&gt;You put your hand in front of your face.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot see it. It's too dark&lt;br /&gt;It is raining outside. The heavy and noisy kind.&lt;br /&gt;You can barely hear yourself think.&lt;br /&gt;Its raining, raining, raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine the air around you&lt;br /&gt;Its wet and humid and it sticks to your skin&lt;br /&gt;Cold. That's your first thought.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you see a slit of light.&lt;br /&gt;looks like its coming from the other room.&lt;br /&gt;You see it flickering. Do you step out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off. on. off. off. on....&lt;br /&gt;It goes on.&lt;br /&gt;It calls to you. Slowly but surely, you get up.&lt;br /&gt;You feel around and walk towards the light.&lt;br /&gt;Nausea creeps up as the door doesn't seem to come nearer&lt;br /&gt;After what feels like forever, you reach the door&lt;br /&gt;The door knob feels cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cold. It stings your skin.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you can hear your heart beat in your ears?&lt;br /&gt;You turn the knob. Half hoping it doesn't give way.&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold, it opens into a long hallway.&lt;br /&gt;You know the kind you see in hospitals that seem to go forever.&lt;br /&gt;The lights are still flickering.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes hurt. Trying to get used to the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on. off. on. off. on.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;The walls look yellow from years of disuse&lt;br /&gt;You don't remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;Not your name.&lt;br /&gt;Not who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Just a nameless stranger even to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You search your pockets.&lt;br /&gt;sweat is forming on your body.&lt;br /&gt;the hallway seems unnaturally warm and humid.&lt;br /&gt;your pockets seem to contain a key and a picture of two people hugging.&lt;br /&gt;Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;The back of the photo a note saying good luck!&lt;br /&gt;Who are these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide to continue walking down the alley.&lt;br /&gt;You pass one room&lt;br /&gt;two room&lt;br /&gt;three room&lt;br /&gt;four room&lt;br /&gt;all the rooms are numbered......&lt;br /&gt;the one you just walked out of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was marked 'Chamber Zero'&lt;br /&gt;why was it the only one called chamber?&lt;br /&gt;the others had room crudely hammered into the metal doors&lt;br /&gt;As you continue walking, you realise some of them have blood stains.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Are there people inside these rooms as well?&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself, if they are still 'human'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reach a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;You notice that one of the person in the earlier picture is you&lt;br /&gt;But somehow your reflection seems wrong&lt;br /&gt;like its distorted in some way.&lt;br /&gt;Who is this other person?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you in this place?&lt;br /&gt;The rain is still hammering the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, the sound got stronger the moment you left the room.&lt;br /&gt;You look around. Cold. Hungry. 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He was a lonely boy, never speaking unless spoken too. In fact if he were in a room you would not notice him. You would see the jock pushing him around, and you would notice the boy with the pocket calculator, but you would never quite notice him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;He wasn’t fat or tall, good looking or ugly. In fact he was so ordinary you would not notice him at all. He had no friends that he could count. Being perfectly ordinary, why would people befriend him?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl. She was a lonely girl. Perhaps it’s because she was a little sickly so she rarely came to school. When she did come to school, she would be forced to sit in the lonely corner of the class because no one would go near her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;One night, when the boy was working on fixing his bike in his little shed, he noticed the little girl who was sitting alone by the sea. You see, she hasn’t been sickly in years but because people didn’t like talking to her she did not have the motivation to go to school. The boy was no longer the invisible little boy. Now he was one of the brightest students in school. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“What are you doing out here?” the boy asked the girl. “It’s windy out tonight. You might catch a cold.” “Its okay” said the girl, “I was just staring at the moon. It looks so beautiful tonight. Don’t you think so?” the boy looked up at the moon. “I don’t look up much,” he said. “Can you bring me to the moon?” the girl asked, “I don’t really like it down here.” She looked him in the eyes as she said this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;He noticed in the pale moonlight that she had eyes that made you feel like you were swimming in them. She looked like an angel being surrounded by the pale moonlight. She seemed so fragile yet her eyes told him that she was a strong person. He realized that he has fallen for the lonely girl. She was him and he was her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;So he sat down next to her and held her hand. He allowed her to rest her head on his shoulders and he brought her on a journey. He told her how he would build her a rocket ship. He would paint it blue in colour because he thinks it looks cool. He told her how he would let her decorate the inside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;With curtains and tables and chairs, that would be her responsibility. He told her that when the rocket was ready, they would point the rocket ship towards the moon and they would blast off into the stars. He told her of the little space pixies that would have tea with them. The pixies would come in every colour of the rainbow, and they would eat strawberry shortcakes. He told her of how one of the pixies (whose name is in a language unknown to man) fell into the teacup as he was trying to help himself to a large serving of cake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;He definitely did not leave out the part where they would pass the space faring jellyfish who slowly float off from one system to another. Gracefully they float as their bodies slowly change colours. From the richest maroons to the darkest blacks, they do this slowly as if time did not affect them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;He told her that when they finally arrive on the moon, they would have to dress their best because there would be a party to celebrate their arrival. The little rabbits and the man on the moon would host the party for them. The rabbit’s fur would be of the purest whites and the man on the moon would have skin the colour of cheese. He told her how the man on the moon would greet them with a warm hug, and treats them to moon cheese and banana cakes. Then the boy told her, how they would slowly walk around the moon, hand in hand and visit the little craters and big craters. The man on the moon would describe each crater with the funniest expressions and the two of them would laugh till their tummies hurt. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;He told her that after the visiting they would have to go back home to earth because people back home would be missing them. She sighed and said, “Why do we have to go home?” “Because there are people back home waiting for us,”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;"&gt;The boy soon grew into a man and the girl into a lady; they remained in that little house by the shed by the beach. 70 years down the road, the lady still has not gone to the moon, but she knew, that the boy who grew into a man, who later died of old age in his favourite reading chair was up there waiting for her on the moon with the man in the moon. So she would also one day drift away to her husband on the moon when the time is right, and they would live happily ever after again, not on earth but on their most favourite place. The moon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-5147352661103495591?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5147352661103495591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=5147352661103495591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5147352661103495591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5147352661103495591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-you-take-me-to-moon.html' title='Can You Take Me to the Moon?'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-813107682674410499</id><published>2010-05-23T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:22:02.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Today Was Your Last Day- Nickleback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Today Was Your Last Day lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/b&gt;  Kroeger, Chad;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He  said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned,  leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That  first step you take is the longest stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last  day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would  you live each moment like your last&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate  every dime you had, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;What if, what if, if  today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain should be a way of  life&lt;br /&gt;What's worth the price is always worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Every second  counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;br /&gt;So live like you're never living  twice&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was  your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to  yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old  pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you  call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would  you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're dreaming  of?&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in  love if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;Would  you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never  too late to shoot for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;br /&gt;Let  nothing stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hands of time are never on your  side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could  you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your  last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  would you call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would  you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're  dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall  in love if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-813107682674410499?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/813107682674410499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=813107682674410499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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cut myself but i do not feel&lt;br /&gt;my emotions are dead&lt;br /&gt;my neurons no longer fire&lt;br /&gt;i am but a case without a soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the repetition of life&lt;br /&gt;i cut myself but things don't change&lt;br /&gt;i dream&lt;br /&gt;but what is a dream but the result of an idle mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but see nothing&lt;br /&gt;is there no future left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut myself but i do not bleed&lt;br /&gt;that is because&lt;br /&gt;i am no longer alive&lt;br /&gt;hence i do not possess&lt;br /&gt;the vitality&lt;br /&gt;and energy&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;blood&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S_LLWYv6hfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4K6Ffg5tF-k/s320/test-tubes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472660082669553138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately we have begun project gg&lt;br /&gt;it is a social science experiment to measure the breaking point to which&lt;br /&gt;we can prove a persons sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far the project is going well&lt;br /&gt;with the subject leaning towards the heterosexual side.&lt;br /&gt;of course more observations&lt;br /&gt;have to be made&lt;br /&gt;and more data interpreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-7162513434525601636?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7162513434525601636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rbqXgsfAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CiypUmJ0VuY/s320/m1184513_99120199005_BasilicaAdministratumMain_445x319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470426218307025922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently found myself a new project to do&lt;br /&gt;due to complaints made by my dear friend JAKE&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to begin building buildings(sounds kinda weird like that)&lt;br /&gt;to accommodate our gaming sessions to be more fair.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it hasn't been very fair considering i can always exploit him&lt;br /&gt;and it is much harder for him to return that favour.&lt;br /&gt;so i've placed below my checklist on buildings to build before the month of july ends.... C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rbqXgsfAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CiypUmJ0VuY/s1600/m1184513_99120199005_BasilicaAdministratumMain_445x319.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rbqEDgiDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Q-Uy-cKqv7I/s1600/m560205a_99120101082_FortressOfRedemption1Redo_873x627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rbqEDgiDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Q-Uy-cKqv7I/s320/m560205a_99120101082_FortressOfRedemption1Redo_873x627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470426213084334130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rbp8t_b-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/0DtePTOBAkA/s1600/m270272a_99120199014_ShrineAquilaModel_873x627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rb_7VKYMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yKFvunifFV8/s320/m1185044_99129999004_CitadelGamingHillMain_873x627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470426588699582658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rb_c74iiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/DZXZ0ArGSy8/s1600/m2030150_99229999065_GamingBoard06_873x627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rb_c74iiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/DZXZ0ArGSy8/s320/m2030150_99229999065_GamingBoard06_873x627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470426580540492322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rcAAxISII/AAAAAAAAAXo/Cy3CLrrqw9U/s1600/m2030125_99229999065_GamingBoard01_873x627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rcAAxISII/AAAAAAAAAXo/Cy3CLrrqw9U/s320/m2030125_99229999065_GamingBoard01_873x627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470426590159063170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh BTW Kudos to Junior for joining our little community.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-4287526204707664886?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4287526204707664886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=4287526204707664886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/4287526204707664886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/4287526204707664886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-recently-found-myself-new.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-rbqXgsfAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CiypUmJ0VuY/s72-c/m1184513_99120199005_BasilicaAdministratumMain_445x319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-8789128186634595739</id><published>2010-05-09T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:23:14.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>progress is always good</title><content type='html'>progress is always good i tell you. Even if its the wrong progress... ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;at this point in time i suppose i am supposed to be cleaning up my assignment, but i guess i got tempted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the thing, my friends bought me this awesome gift and because ive been putting off doing it, well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-Wcm4Bw1dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sSezPi9zkhs/s1600/98138452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-Wcm4Bw1dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sSezPi9zkhs/s320/98138452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468949514200077778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this above is the original.&lt;br /&gt;as you know originality is a mere excuse for being boring,&lt;br /&gt;so being the avid modder i am i decided to give this old tank&lt;br /&gt;a sported up feel&lt;br /&gt;hence meet the redeemer version S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-Wcmd6akSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KhOHoIaLluA/s1600/warhammer+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-Wcmd6akSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KhOHoIaLluA/s320/warhammer+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468949507189936418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spoiler in the back is an interesting touch to differentiate my tank from others,.....&lt;br /&gt;all thats left is the long and arduous painting process&lt;br /&gt;but that shouldn't take too long i hope&lt;br /&gt;C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-WclrEZTBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/E3tfPREi_qQ/s1600/warhammer+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-WclO2KVqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mfbhAuQaZ2Q/s1600/warhammer+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-WclrEZTBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/E3tfPREi_qQ/s320/warhammer+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468949493541587986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is by the way the new entries into my collections.... a group of genestealers.... hahahaha lots of painting to do.... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8789128186634595739?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8789128186634595739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=8789128186634595739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8789128186634595739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8789128186634595739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/progress-is-always-good.html' title='progress is always good'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S-Wcm4Bw1dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sSezPi9zkhs/s72-c/98138452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-5421767233665818541</id><published>2010-05-06T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:20:59.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging from class</title><content type='html'>DAMN CLASS IS REALLY BORING!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-5421767233665818541?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5421767233665818541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=5421767233665818541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5421767233665818541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/5421767233665818541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogging-from-class.html' title='blogging from class'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-8900129507238817276</id><published>2010-05-02T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:58:33.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married, I hope you will be touched with this story...   MARRIAGE     When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.  Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.     Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to let her know  what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.     She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,  why?     I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the  chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't  talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what  had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!     With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated  that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent  ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for  her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I  had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a  kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several  weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.    The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell  asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.     When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want  anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.   She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a  month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken  marriage.     This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to  recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.     She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of  our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going  crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd  request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to  face the divorce, she said scornfully..     My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we  both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy  in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to  the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about  the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside  the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the  office.     On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my  chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I  hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she  was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair  was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a minute I  wondered what I had done to her.     On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy  returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.     On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was  growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry  her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me  stronger.     She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few  dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my  dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so  thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.     Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her  heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.     Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an  essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer  and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I  might change my mind at this last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I then held her in my arms,  walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her  hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;  it was just like our wedding day.     But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held  her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked  intimacy.     I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the  door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked  upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not  want the divorce anymore.     She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I  won't divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marriage life was boring probably because she and I  didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each  other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on  our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.     Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.     At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my  wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and  wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.     That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I  run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.     The small details of your lives are what really matter in a  relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot  give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend  and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!     If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.     If you do, you just might save a marriage.       Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they  were to success when they gave up.&lt;div class="mts uiAttachmentDesc"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: &lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=820888398"&gt;Mayie Natividad  Garcia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8900129507238817276?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8900129507238817276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=8900129507238817276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9bt24bgFdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PjPhf6g2nuc/s1600/ma+burfday+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9bt24bgFdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PjPhf6g2nuc/s320/ma+burfday+2010+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464816724977128914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Finally 20&lt;br /&gt;its a good thing i believe.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still&lt;br /&gt;going according to plan&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to now,&lt;br /&gt;i think this is the best birthday I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;from the countless wishes&lt;br /&gt;till my friends shocking me at 7 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you about how my friends wished me happy birthday this year&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how long they planned it&lt;br /&gt;but i can tell you its the best surprise i've had in a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard my dad leave the house at somewhere after 630&lt;br /&gt;and soon i heard him come back&lt;br /&gt;assuming he forgot something&lt;br /&gt;i didn't expect him to call me&lt;br /&gt;he knocked my door&lt;br /&gt;and went&lt;br /&gt;"MARCUS!"&lt;br /&gt;in that you are in trouble tone.&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;"Shoot!! what did i do this time?"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and Lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;was my good friends who shouted&lt;br /&gt;MARCUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;almost gave me a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you guys&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;cause somehow i think i haven't said it enough&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;Kean Hoe&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ann&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE SURPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buZnX_3XI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OvdXAOj-fG4/s1600/ma+burfday+2010+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buZnX_3XI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OvdXAOj-fG4/s320/ma+burfday+2010+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464817321694453106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the lunch in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;we literally booked the whole restaurant&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good food&lt;br /&gt;and good fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried the 350g&lt;br /&gt;burger.&lt;br /&gt;it was good&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buY_Q5YrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CHBkTdDXzzY/s1600/ma+burfday+2010+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buY_Q5YrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CHBkTdDXzzY/s320/ma+burfday+2010+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464817310927250098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buYdQx4mI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nP9tlYmKaF8/s1600/ma+burfday+2010+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buYdQx4mI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nP9tlYmKaF8/s320/ma+burfday+2010+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464817301799952994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I came home and watched the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll let you guys in on a little secret.&lt;br /&gt;i had tears&lt;br /&gt;like honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you guys&lt;br /&gt;all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all those who wished me Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;i thank you from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buXzpO_NI/AAAAAAAAAVo/G9fHVekWi3o/s1600/ma+burfday+2010+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buXzpO_NI/AAAAAAAAAVo/G9fHVekWi3o/s320/ma+burfday+2010+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464817290628234450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this includes&lt;br /&gt;Kim for being such a good friend&lt;br /&gt;Kean Hoe for always being there when i need to vent&lt;br /&gt;Jake for allowing me to be a nerd once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Thomas for just being special&lt;br /&gt;May Jean for making Thomas happy&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Regina for calling all the way from the states&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ann for being my first friend in college&lt;br /&gt;See Wei for being the special one with the buttons&lt;br /&gt;Michele for all her funny stares&lt;br /&gt;Junior for being funny&lt;br /&gt;Lai Yee for making Kean Hoe even better at telling cold jokes&lt;br /&gt;Glenyss for always asking how I am&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine for always reminding me to smile&lt;br /&gt;Kexin for being Kexin&lt;br /&gt;Ernest for being stuck with me because thats what fate dictates for the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;quite gay i know&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mei Quin for being my role model&lt;br /&gt;then there are also all my other friends&lt;br /&gt;who have came together and made my world&lt;br /&gt;the colourful rainbow it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buXdGyUiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WRUOr7Wf6bY/s1600/ma+burfday+2010+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9buXdGyUiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WRUOr7Wf6bY/s320/ma+burfday+2010+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464817284578169378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for being dark once in a while&lt;br /&gt;and i promise from now onwards to always look on the brighter side of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill go find myself a girlfriend soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make sure she doesn't run away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-3002684079561726821?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3002684079561726821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=3002684079561726821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/3002684079561726821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Just for laughs... hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9XMC7sfLsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KakM0_90Gvg/s1600/26042010035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9XMC7sfLsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KakM0_90Gvg/s320/26042010035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498073640054466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;WANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;reward will be provided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crime= too charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S9XMC7sfLsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KakM0_90Gvg/s72-c/26042010035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-2145982269423699831</id><published>2010-04-24T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:35:50.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>politics</title><content type='html'>I really hate politics.&lt;br /&gt;I hate politicians more&lt;br /&gt;why is it that they have to squabble like little school children&lt;br /&gt;why is it that they make empty promises?&lt;br /&gt;Pro-government?&lt;br /&gt;Opposition?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is the point&lt;br /&gt;the human race is soon to be engulfed by its own greed.&lt;br /&gt;makes no difference who sits on top&lt;br /&gt;because at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;as malaysians we are all doomed&lt;br /&gt;because we live in a country filled with half baked assholes&lt;br /&gt;who can't live without taking bribes.&lt;br /&gt;DAmn!&lt;br /&gt;why am i stuck in this forsaken country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;its not going to come unless you throw out every single member of parliament&lt;br /&gt;and start elections&lt;br /&gt;and instead of electing parties&lt;br /&gt;vote for the person who is going to represent you&lt;br /&gt;the democratic process in this country is so bad to the point that we vote for the party and not the individual.&lt;br /&gt;postmen, rempits, bummers,&lt;br /&gt;im not looking down on these people&lt;br /&gt;im sure that they are worth something in society&lt;br /&gt;however little that may be&lt;br /&gt;but honestly&lt;br /&gt;if they cant make it pass highschool&lt;br /&gt;if they can't hold a job&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think they can represent you in parliament?&lt;br /&gt;you know why our government sucks&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;cause we vote for them&lt;br /&gt;you know why the parliament looks like a middle school recess session&lt;br /&gt;cause we put them there.&lt;br /&gt;as citizens we have the choice to pick&lt;br /&gt;after picking&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do you sit in coffee shops making it seem like you can do a better job?&lt;br /&gt;if you can then get off your bloody seat and work for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2145982269423699831?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-4721518377006701786</id><published>2010-04-24T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:13:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rhythm of the city,&lt;br /&gt;an emotionless machine,&lt;br /&gt;manufacturing reality,&lt;br /&gt;shiny but unclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built on sand and fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;mirror of mirage,&lt;br /&gt;reflected on the silver screen and the chrome in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision blinded by concrete,&lt;br /&gt;callused hearts enclosed,&lt;br /&gt;deafened by the drum beat,&lt;br /&gt;tongues too seared to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masked by the drone of engines and chatter of the street,&lt;br /&gt;still the small voice is buried and the footpath isn't seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images and idols technologically devised,&lt;br /&gt;words of cotton candy dissolve before your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;intellect and science worshiped by decree,&lt;br /&gt;giving credit to illusion so the chained believe they are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamental skeletons in self appointed roles,&lt;br /&gt;clothed in robes of office but carnivorous of souls,&lt;br /&gt;speaking words that come from knowledge but do not come from light,&lt;br /&gt;letters leading spirit&lt;br /&gt;adding darkness to the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i found this poem today in class.&lt;br /&gt;it really made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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who come&lt;br /&gt;make an impression&lt;br /&gt;borrow a book&lt;br /&gt;and then never return again&lt;br /&gt;leaving me to never know why&lt;br /&gt;or what i did&lt;br /&gt;to make them never return again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-272911570042978532?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/272911570042978532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=272911570042978532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/272911570042978532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8665553183684733215?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8665553183684733215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=8665553183684733215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8665553183684733215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8665553183684733215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-really-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-7229150383638625181</id><published>2010-04-14T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:23:29.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a lady sweet and kind,&lt;br /&gt; Was never face so pleased my mind;&lt;br /&gt; I did but see her passing by,&lt;br /&gt; And yet I love her till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her gesture, motion and her smiles,&lt;br /&gt; Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles;&lt;br /&gt; Beguiles my heart, I know not why,&lt;br /&gt; And yet I love her till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,&lt;br /&gt; Judge you that think such sports were harms,&lt;br /&gt; Were't any harm? No, no, fie, fie!&lt;br /&gt; For I will love her till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Should I remain confinèd there&lt;br /&gt; So long as Phoebus in his sphere,&lt;br /&gt; I to request, she to deny,&lt;br /&gt; Yet would I love her till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her free behavior, winning looks,&lt;br /&gt; Will make a lawyer burn his books.&lt;br /&gt; I touched her not alas not I,&lt;br /&gt; And yet I'll love her till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cupid is winged and doth range&lt;br /&gt; Her country so my love doth change;&lt;br /&gt; But change she earth or change she sky,&lt;br /&gt; Yet will I love her till I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-7229150383638625181?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7229150383638625181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=7229150383638625181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/7229150383638625181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/7229150383638625181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-is-lady-sweet-and-kind-was-never.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-4225094985833609582</id><published>2010-04-13T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:17:43.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S8P-Zw6pO1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/h96ZnmOfYH8/s1600/lunch+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S8P-Zw6pO1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/h96ZnmOfYH8/s320/lunch+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459486891884231506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch C=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-4225094985833609582?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4225094985833609582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=4225094985833609582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/4225094985833609582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/4225094985833609582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/lunch-c.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S8P-Zw6pO1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/h96ZnmOfYH8/s72-c/lunch+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-2057846230461917857</id><published>2010-04-07T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:43:12.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i  love the song rule the world by take that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What can I say, its been a good week for me. So far at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen applesgreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess there isn't really much to say i guess........&lt;br /&gt;the door is closing and perhaps no one is going to open it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;things are coming to an end and a new beginning is coming.&lt;br /&gt;so soon it seems i will be leaving this land of sorrows&lt;br /&gt;will i be missing it? perhaps not hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2057846230461917857?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2057846230461917857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2057846230461917857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2057846230461917857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2057846230461917857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-song-rule-world-by-take-that.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-4133651049178512499</id><published>2010-04-03T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:06:53.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO Close to death's door</title><content type='html'>Gosh, It's been a while since i've posted something relatively worth reading on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well its been a busy few months i guess. Lots of things have happened. Been way Up and been way dOWN, but everything has mellowed out i guess......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realise having 6 classes a week really takes its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;its not that its the hours, its the concentration you have to put into each class that really tires you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't really a physical fatigue i guess....... after all classes are only a maximum of 3 1/2 hours a day. Its more of the reading and writing and thinking that goes into this few hours that really drains the mind i suppose. plus there have been other things that have been nagging at my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in a way I have recently detached myself from reality, choosing only to believe what i believe is true and leaving no quarter for anything else. perhaps I'm just tired of having to give and take with everyone.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those i have made angry because of my foul attitude lately I am terribly sorry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i'm really strung out lately with so many things happening&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if I'm supposed to be sad having two close family members with their one foot in their graves. In a way i suppose i don't know what it feels like to lose someone close to me. or perhaps i have gotten used to the idea that everybody leaves sooner or later......&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it just hasn't sunk in yet i suppose that my grandmother who partially raised me is about to bite the dust, and my grand aunt who has always been a role model is following close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that its going to be fine. After all, if they do die now it would be of natural causes, and they have both lived full lives seeing all their children grow up and come into their own. In fact in a way i quite envy them......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their tough journey on this pitiful earth is finally almost over. No more need to worry about earthly stuff.... but will things be the same without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i don't have a heart at all. thats why i don't even feel anything. no sadness, no happiness(is that even possible), NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh well, life moves on right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-4133651049178512499?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S6zK4bziH9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Wr2BlsRoVI0/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6449373481159106068</id><published>2010-03-26T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:17:28.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>play the idiot just a little longer before the clown gets wind that you are trying to take him down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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than family.&lt;br /&gt;8. watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;9.  bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;10. tried drugs.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. taken  painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;2. taken someone else's prescription medicine.&lt;br /&gt;3.  lied to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;4. lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;5. snuck out of the  house.&lt;br /&gt;6. done something illegal.&lt;br /&gt;7. felt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;8. hurt  someone.&lt;br /&gt;9. wished someone to die.&lt;br /&gt;10. seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;#MY  TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. missed curfew.&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt;3.  eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. been to a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;5.  received a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;6. been to rehab&lt;br /&gt;7. dyed your hair.&lt;br /&gt;8. been  in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;9. been to a club.&lt;br /&gt;10. been to a bar&lt;br /&gt;#MY  TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;2. been to a Mardi Gras  parade.&lt;br /&gt;3. drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night.&lt;br /&gt;4.  had a spring break in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;5. sniffed anything&lt;br /&gt;6. wore black  nail polish&lt;br /&gt;7. wore arm bands.&lt;br /&gt;8. wore t-shirts with band names.&lt;br /&gt;9.  listened to rap.&lt;br /&gt;10. owned a 50 Cent CD.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  dressed gothic&lt;br /&gt;2. dressed girly.&lt;br /&gt;3. dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;4. dressed  grunge.&lt;br /&gt;5. stole something.&lt;br /&gt;6. been too drunk to remember  anything.&lt;br /&gt;7. blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;8. fainted.&lt;br /&gt;9. had a crush on a  neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had a crush on a friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. been  to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;3. dry-humped someone.&lt;br /&gt;4. been called a slut.&lt;br /&gt;5.  called someone a slut.&lt;br /&gt;6. installed speakers in your car.&lt;br /&gt;7.  broken a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;8. showered at someone of the opposites sex's house&lt;br /&gt;9.  brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.&lt;br /&gt;2. seen an  R-rated movie in theater.&lt;br /&gt;3. cruised the mall.&lt;br /&gt;4. skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;5.  had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;6. had an injury.&lt;br /&gt;7. gone to court.&lt;br /&gt;8. walked out  of a restaurant without paying/tipping.&lt;br /&gt;9. caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;10.  lied about your age.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. owned/rented an  apartment/house.&lt;br /&gt;2. broke the law in the police's presence.&lt;br /&gt;3.  made out with someone who had a gf/bf&lt;br /&gt;4. got in trouble with the  police.&lt;br /&gt;5. talked to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;6. hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;7.  kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;8. rode in the car with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;9. been  harassed.&lt;br /&gt;10.been verbally harassed.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. met  face-to-face with someone you met online.&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed online for 5+  hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours  straight.&lt;br /&gt;4. watched TV for 5 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;5. been to a fair.&lt;br /&gt;6.  been called a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;7. drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;8. prank-called  someone.&lt;br /&gt;9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;10.  cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total: 58 my goodness!! im horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  You Have Less Than 10.. write [im a Goody Goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More  Than 10.. write [im still a goody goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more Than  20..write [im average]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 30..write [im a bad kid]&lt;br /&gt;If  You have more than 40..write [im a very bad influence]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have  more than 50..write [im a horrible person]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than  60..write [i should be in jail]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 70..Write [i  should be dead] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1497101923942100755?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1497101923942100755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1497101923942100755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1497101923942100755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1497101923942100755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/since-everyones-doing-it-ill-jump-on.html' title='since everyone&apos;s doing it i&apos;ll jump on the band wagon aswell'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6305797115605919875</id><published>2010-03-18T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:06:33.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than Anyone- Gavin DeGraw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You need a friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this end&lt;br /&gt;Before I see you again&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to convince you&lt;br /&gt;To change your mind of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hold you closer than before&lt;br /&gt;And when I kiss your soul, your body be free&lt;br /&gt;I'll be free for you anytime&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Not just the color&lt;br /&gt;Look inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all you need and I will try&lt;br /&gt;I will try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hold you closer than before&lt;br /&gt;And when I kiss your soul, your body'll be free&lt;br /&gt;I'll be free for you anytime&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna to love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free for you, whenever you need&lt;br /&gt;We'll be free together, baby&lt;br /&gt;Free together, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hold you closer than before&lt;br /&gt;And when I kiss your soul, your body'll be free&lt;br /&gt;I'll be free for you anytime&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-6305797115605919875?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6305797115605919875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=6305797115605919875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6305797115605919875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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in the arms of imaginary friends&lt;br /&gt;Free to roam made a home out of everywhere I've been&lt;br /&gt;Then you come crashing in, like the realest thing&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best to understand, all that your love can bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh half of my heart has a grip on the situation&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart takes time&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart has a right mind to tell you that&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep loving you(can't keep loving you)&lt;br /&gt;Oh with half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Made a plan stay the man who could only love himself&lt;br /&gt;Lonely was the song I sang, til the day you came&lt;br /&gt;Showing me another way, and all that my love can bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh half of my hearts got a grip on the situation&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart takes time&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart has a right mind to tell you that&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep loving you(can't keep loving you)&lt;br /&gt;Oh with half of my heart, with half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith is strong, but I can only fall short for so long&lt;br /&gt;Down the road, later on&lt;br /&gt;You will hate that I never gave more to you&lt;br /&gt;Than half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop loving you(I can't stop loving you)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you(I can't stop loving you)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you, with half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart has a real good imagination&lt;br /&gt;Half of my hearts got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my hearts got a right mind to tell you that&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart won't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding&lt;br /&gt;To a bride with a paper ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But half of my heart is the part of a man&lt;br /&gt;Whose never truly loved anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh half of my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2132304094854102699?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2132304094854102699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2132304094854102699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2132304094854102699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2132304094854102699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;I fall into the same routine&lt;br /&gt;and no longer try to make people feel special.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this fact of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me the other day that i probably liked her more than she like's herself&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself&lt;br /&gt;How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;How can someone else like you more than you like your self?&lt;br /&gt;Is it then possible for that person to like someone else?&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that you can only love if you first love yourself&lt;br /&gt;does that not apply to liking someone?&lt;br /&gt;Should you not like yourself more than others like you?&lt;br /&gt;After all, no one spends more time with you than yourself&lt;br /&gt;but then again, in someways I did understand how she felt&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the sole reason we dislike ourselves so much is the fact that we know every thought and every desire we have ever had. We bind it all up into a neat little scrap book and find reasons to dislike ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, the past is the past and should remain in the past. You are not who you are yesterday. Its who you are tomorrow that matters right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways to my dear friend that told me this.&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say, "Don't hold grudges. They are heavy weights that would merely pull you down and drown you further. Live for the future. You are not who you are yesterday. You may be a bitch last time, but that is all in the past,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I hate MONDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-4872725414040866478?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4872725414040866478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=4872725414040866478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/4872725414040866478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/4872725414040866478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/ishish.html' title='ish.......ish.............'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6886209012484193801</id><published>2010-03-09T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:42:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be (your crying shoulder) - Edwin McCain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never revealing their depth&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be loves suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rain falls angry on the tin roof&lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;You're My Survival, You're My Living Proof&lt;br /&gt;My love is alive and not dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt; I'll Be loves suicide&lt;br /&gt; I'll Be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt; I'll Be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I fought my way back from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt; I'll Be loves suicide&lt;br /&gt; I'll Be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt; I'll Be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt; I'll Be loves suicide&lt;br /&gt; I'll Be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt; I'll Be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest fan of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-6886209012484193801?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6886209012484193801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-400261951390738128</id><published>2010-03-06T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:22:00.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Air- Glee cast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;It's 'cause you took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Losing you is like living in a world with no air&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;My heart won't move, it's incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Wish there was a way that I can make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;to live alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;Can't live, can't breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;It's how I feel whenever you ain't there&lt;br /&gt;It's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;Got me out here in the water so deep&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you gonna be without me&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't here, I just can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew&lt;br /&gt;Right off the ground to float to you&lt;br /&gt;There's no gravity to hold me down for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'm still alive inside&lt;br /&gt;You took my breath, but I survived&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but I don't even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;to live alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;It's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-400261951390738128?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/400261951390738128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=400261951390738128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S46JqtHnYHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5GcHzOy3dCY/s1600-h/1107bs+Swarovski+Crystal+Dog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S46JqtHnYHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5GcHzOy3dCY/s320/1107bs+Swarovski+Crystal+Dog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444440366296555634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's still the same sky that i look at every night.&lt;br /&gt;Is it still the same sky?&lt;br /&gt;it somehow looks different lately,&lt;br /&gt;it looks sad&lt;br /&gt;it looks bored,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have been spending too much time with my head in the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while my feet are not exactly planted firmly on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should pop that big head of mine and fall back to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;at least there i know where i am going.&lt;br /&gt;a loss of direction&lt;br /&gt;is probably what i am going through now&lt;br /&gt;Law is fun. Classes aren't&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;these are just a bunch of random rants.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's why they always use those two words together&lt;br /&gt;ha.ha.ha.ha.ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S46JqTGLcnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rWUw8irHHFM/s1600-h/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S46JqTGLcnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rWUw8irHHFM/s320/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444440359311209074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2112604023945753268?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2112604023945753268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2112604023945753268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2112604023945753268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2112604023945753268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/nyeh.html' title='nyeh!'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S46J9ZL2_TI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3NUSXDJ7uK4/s72-c/head_bang_keyboard_thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-1528363920355802053</id><published>2010-02-26T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:00:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Once a girl asked her special one,"Who do you  love more, Me or your life?" .. He replied,"Huh??? Of course, my  LIFE.!!!" .. Feeling Dejected, the girl decided to leave, but as soon as  she would've got away, the boy held her arm, and told her with a tear  of love in his eye,"Stupid, Its you, your are My LIFE.!" :') ♥  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1528363920355802053?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1528363920355802053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1528363920355802053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1528363920355802053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S4K4w07nglI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/by8m2_HZ0F4/s1600-h/choices+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S4K4w07nglI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/by8m2_HZ0F4/s320/choices+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441114448798909010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back when I was still in classes, my teachers thought me that in life we always have a choice to make. Never are we without a choice. I didn't really agree with my teachers back then. From my point of view there was no choice to make. It was either I go to camp or i get community service. It was either I go to school or I become dumb. It was either I did my homework or I'll get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I had no choice because the consequence of not carrying out any of these actions are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today however I realise those were choices that I made. No one forced me into it. Just like the choice i made when i was 7. No one ever forced me. I did make a choice. I chose what was best for me. Its just like Newton's law, to every action there is an equal reaction. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore to every choice there is an equal end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to walk away from all the bad choices I'm about to make. I want to make the next few years memorable for me and not a drag of depression. Therefore i will by my own choice walk away because its for my own good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-7164962459510003260?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7164962459510003260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=7164962459510003260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/7164962459510003260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/7164962459510003260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S4K4w07nglI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/by8m2_HZ0F4/s72-c/choices+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-2555229790743979499</id><published>2010-02-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:34:53.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a man - Westlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This isn't goodbye, even as I watch you leave, this isn't goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't cry, even as tears fill my eyes, I swear I won't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other girl, I'd let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Any other girl, I'm sure I'd be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what makes a man&lt;br /&gt;Wanna give you all his heart&lt;br /&gt;Smile when you're around&lt;br /&gt;And cry when you're apart&lt;br /&gt;If you know what makes a man&lt;br /&gt;Wanna love you the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Girl you gotta let me know&lt;br /&gt;So I can get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes her so right?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the sound of her laugh?&lt;br /&gt;That look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;When do you decide?&lt;br /&gt;She is the dream that you seek&lt;br /&gt;That force in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you apologize, no matter who was wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you get on your knees if that would bring her home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what makes a man&lt;br /&gt;Wanna give you all his heart&lt;br /&gt;Smile when you're around&lt;br /&gt;And cry when you're apart&lt;br /&gt;If you know what makes a man&lt;br /&gt;Wanna love you the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Girl you gotta let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I can get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other girls will come along, they always do&lt;br /&gt;But what's the point when all I ever want is you, tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what makes a man&lt;br /&gt;Wanna give you all his heart&lt;br /&gt;Smile when you're around&lt;br /&gt;And cry when you're apart&lt;br /&gt;If you know what makes a man&lt;br /&gt;Wanna love you the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Girl you gotta let me know..... (let me know)&lt;br /&gt;Girl you gotta let me know..... (wooo)&lt;br /&gt;So I can get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2555229790743979499?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2555229790743979499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2555229790743979499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2555229790743979499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2555229790743979499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-makes-man-westlife.html' title='What makes a man - Westlife'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-3985749569547545978</id><published>2010-02-17T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:36:51.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why do you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;is it because you are lonely?&lt;br /&gt;is it cause you want the company?&lt;br /&gt;why do we need to fall before we realise that we are in love?&lt;br /&gt;the truth is that love in its entirety is random.&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be planned&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;the whole feeling and reaction is comepletely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, why do we love?&lt;br /&gt;why do we find the need to classify this emotion as such?&lt;br /&gt;Why does this four inconsequential letters,&lt;br /&gt;L O V E&lt;br /&gt;mean so much to some&lt;br /&gt;and so little to most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we utter it like it is candy.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE this dress&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that dish&lt;br /&gt;if it is true that we truly love that certain something&lt;br /&gt;would we find it so easy to change our mind&lt;br /&gt;when the dish is fattening&lt;br /&gt;or the dress has faded?&lt;br /&gt;does it mean that because circumstances have changed,&lt;br /&gt;our love changes as well?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we love someone just because they are who they are?&lt;br /&gt;should we not love them for all their merits&lt;br /&gt;should we not love them for all their demerits as well?&lt;br /&gt;why do we find ourselves arguing about fickle matters like who did not say goodnight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it not ridiculous when arguments are sometimes about matters so fickle?&lt;br /&gt;My point is,&lt;br /&gt;if I want to love someone,&lt;br /&gt;i want to love her cause she is pretty&lt;br /&gt;i want to love her cause she is a little chubby&lt;br /&gt;i want to love her cause she brightens my day&lt;br /&gt;i want to love her cause sometimes she doesn't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;i want to love her cause she is just so smart&lt;br /&gt;i want to love her cause sometimes she gets confused&lt;br /&gt;i want to love her cause she is loyal&lt;br /&gt;i want to love her cause she is flirtatious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is this,&lt;br /&gt;if i love someone i want to love her for everything she is&lt;br /&gt;not what i want her to be&lt;br /&gt;i understand that some changes are a must,&lt;br /&gt;but most isn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read somewhere once&lt;br /&gt;"a guy marries a girl hoping she never changes and a girl marries a guy hoping he will change"&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there is some element of truth in&lt;br /&gt;this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good natural change in people is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;change done by a persons own will is a good thing&lt;br /&gt;forcing someone to change just cause you don't like it is just plain&lt;br /&gt;DUMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;their past shouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;their character shouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;why should it?&lt;br /&gt;you are in LOVE after all right?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;should take care of everything&lt;br /&gt;show us the flaws&lt;br /&gt;but remind us that it shouldn't matter anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-3985749569547545978?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3985749569547545978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=3985749569547545978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/3985749569547545978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/3985749569547545978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6932955479549587288</id><published>2010-02-12T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:58:38.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;you can only live life for real if you find that you can laugh at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;so Thats what ill do.&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just&lt;br /&gt;so  pointless&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so silly right now. The world is just not that fair to be perfect all the time&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-6932955479549587288?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6932955479549587288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=6932955479549587288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6932955479549587288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6932955479549587288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/hahahahahahaha-you-can-only-live-life.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-3587138169030863910</id><published>2010-02-06T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:55:02.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo Ai De Ren- Chen Xiao Chun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wo zhi dao gu shi bu hui tai qu zhe&lt;br /&gt;wo zong hui yu jian yi ge shen me  ren&lt;br /&gt;pei wo guo mei you le ta de ren sheng&lt;br /&gt;cheng jia li ye zhi lei  de deng deng&lt;br /&gt;ta zuo le ta jue de dui de xuan ze&lt;br /&gt;wo zhi hao zhu fu  ta zhen de dui le&lt;br /&gt;ai bu dao wo zui xiang yao ai de ren&lt;br /&gt;shei hai  neng yao wo zen yang ne&lt;br /&gt;wo ai de ren bu shi wo de ai ren&lt;br /&gt;ta xin li  mei yi cun dou shu yu ling yi ge ren&lt;br /&gt;ta zhen xing fu xing fu de zhen  can ren&lt;br /&gt;rang wo you ai you hen ta de ai zen me na me shen&lt;br /&gt;wo de  ai ren ta yi you le ai ren&lt;br /&gt;cong ta men de yan shen shuo ming liao wo  bu ke neng&lt;br /&gt;mei dang ting jian ta huo ta shuo( wo men)&lt;br /&gt;jiu xiang  ting jian ai qing yong heng de chao xiao sheng    &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dedicate this song to my friend Ang Lee Tat&lt;br /&gt;cause everytime i hear it now&lt;br /&gt;i think of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-3587138169030863910?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3587138169030863910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=3587138169030863910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/3587138169030863910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/3587138169030863910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/wo-ai-de-ren-chen-xiao-chun.html' title='Wo Ai De Ren- Chen Xiao Chun'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6441852220270851204</id><published>2010-02-04T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:53:17.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out in the grand expanse of space, we alone are the planet that is not too far from the sun that we will freeze. Not too near that we would burn and melt. In fact we are just at the right position that we enjoy liquid water and rich oxygen. Such a wonderful miracle that we are alive. Don't you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-6441852220270851204?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6441852220270851204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=6441852220270851204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6441852220270851204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6441852220270851204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-in-grand-expanse-of-space-we-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-786360311469505606</id><published>2010-02-02T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:55:44.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a new blog. hehehehehehe. its for a little project I'm starting. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;http://imaginelifewithoutwords.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s, i don't think you will like it very much Yuva. hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-786360311469505606?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/786360311469505606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=786360311469505606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/786360311469505606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/786360311469505606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-got-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-2213375899490961577</id><published>2010-02-01T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:02:51.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prologue</title><content type='html'>He told her, "cause i love you la! that's why I'm standing in the rain. What other reason would i have?" SMACK! "you don't know me enough to say that!" she slammed the front door shut and ran up the stairs. Crying all the way. "Why did he have to tell me that? i can't fall for him. ever." She covered the blanket over her head and tried to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Outside, the rain as if spurred on by K's pity rained heavier still. raindrops that fell on him felt like stones being tossed at him by the laughing gods. laughing at this pathetic excuse for a man. waiting in the rain for a girl that will never love him the way he loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Yet, K stood there, saddened by the fact he was left out in the rain. All by himself. He thought, about how he could be at home now. In the warmth. surrounded by people who loved him, but he realised something. the reason he was there standing in the rain. soaking wet. shivering. hurt.&lt;br /&gt;       A million people may surround him but only one person would make him feel like home. Right now, that person was inside that building. He wanted to believe she loved him the way he loved her. He knows however that is something that only exists in his dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2213375899490961577?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2213375899490961577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2213375899490961577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2213375899490961577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2213375899490961577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-are-imperfect-means-of.html' title='prologue'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6899992763188211291</id><published>2010-01-30T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:32:41.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-6899992763188211291?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6899992763188211291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=6899992763188211291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6899992763188211291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6899992763188211291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-am-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's 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/&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way,&lt;br /&gt;i also won rm400 worth of more premium meat&lt;br /&gt; which considering i wont touch meat for a while&lt;br /&gt;would mean a meaty Chinese new year&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1664289095419284525?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1664289095419284525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1664289095419284525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets say, one day A falls for B&lt;br /&gt;but B has a boyfriend C.&lt;br /&gt;now C doesn't like A&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;B spends more time with A&lt;br /&gt;but B likes C more than she likes A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite obvious right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is now in between B and C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/S1siWtUOlJI/AAAAAAAAATI/QFfcOehMDGg/s1600-h/15637428236s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 101px;" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-3937736790166583438</id><published>2010-01-23T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:39:51.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;in a land where wild flowers grow everywhere&lt;br /&gt;unicorns pounce and jump&lt;br /&gt;butterflies flew from flower to flower,&lt;br /&gt;competing with the buzzing bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When rabbits jumped and hopped in the fields in relative safety&lt;br /&gt;danger was a concept no one has actually heard of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there lived a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;now his job was to tend to the sheep&lt;br /&gt;there were hundreds of them&lt;br /&gt;fleece white as snow&lt;br /&gt;when they walked by, it looked like snow has just fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday, at dawn his job was too bring them up the hill to graze.&lt;br /&gt;everyday, at noon he would open the lunch his mum packed for him,&lt;br /&gt;and everyday he would eat his lunch as the sheep had fun on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he got bored.&lt;br /&gt;So he decided he wanted to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;so at high noon, when the sun was at its highest,&lt;br /&gt;he yelled as loud as he could.&lt;br /&gt;WOLF!&lt;br /&gt;WOLF!&lt;br /&gt;WOLF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now danger was new to the towns folk..&lt;br /&gt;they just dint comprehend why he was screaming&lt;br /&gt;so they ran up the hill and asked him why he yelled wolf&lt;br /&gt;He then took out a little saline, rubbed it on his eyes and pretended to cry.&lt;br /&gt;as he cried he lied about how the wolf came and ate one of the sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first the villagers dint believe him and told him that he should get his eyes checked&lt;br /&gt;and he shouldnt be drinking his fathers beer while tending to the sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day&lt;br /&gt;again at high noon&lt;br /&gt;he stood at the highest point of the hill and shouted&lt;br /&gt;WOLF!&lt;br /&gt;WOLF!&lt;br /&gt;WOLF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again the  villagers ran up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;this time he poured red paint over some sheep and then told the villagers that&lt;br /&gt;the wolf came and stole one of the sheep.&lt;br /&gt;with such evidence the villagers had no choice but to believe the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, before high noon, the villagers set out to murder all the wolves that they can find&lt;br /&gt;one after another got killed&lt;br /&gt;one after another was skinned alive.&lt;br /&gt;all but one survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was the wisest of the wolves. he went to where they stored the skins of all his dead brothers.&lt;br /&gt;he took one of the skins&lt;br /&gt;and he brought it up to the hill where the boy was watching the scenery of blood shed and murder while he was eating his lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wolf sneaked up behind the boy&lt;br /&gt;pushed the apple the boy was eating into the boys mouth&lt;br /&gt;then he put the skin over the boy to make it look like it was a sleeping wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he howled&lt;br /&gt;he howled a long and loud howl&lt;br /&gt;it was so shrill it broke a few windows.&lt;br /&gt;the villagers hearing the howl&lt;br /&gt;rushed up the hill&lt;br /&gt;so blinded by the bloodlust&lt;br /&gt;the moment the saw the sleeping "wolf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;THEY STABBED IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN REPEATEDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;TILL YOU COULD NO LONGER SEE THE LITTLE BOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS INNARDS AND THE APPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-3937736790166583438?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3937736790166583438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=3937736790166583438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/3937736790166583438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ONE MORE DAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-873173123015500148?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/873173123015500148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=873173123015500148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/873173123015500148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/873173123015500148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-one-more-day.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-771667460631287608</id><published>2010-01-21T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:58:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;Things feel really different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-771667460631287608?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/771667460631287608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=771667460631287608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/771667460631287608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/771667460631287608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-feel-really-different-now.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-8198611091240831223</id><published>2010-01-20T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:56:21.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 more days people. Be nervous. be VERRY nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8198611091240831223?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8198611091240831223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=8198611091240831223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8198611091240831223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8198611091240831223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just paint the picture of a perfect place&lt;br /&gt;They got it better than what anyone's told ya&lt;br /&gt;They'll be the king of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And you're the queen of spades&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers&lt;br /&gt;I know we got it good, but they got it made&lt;br /&gt;And the grass is getting greener each day&lt;br /&gt;I know things are looking up&lt;br /&gt;But soon they'll take us down&lt;br /&gt;Before anybody's on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right friends in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right moves in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm special, do you think I'm nice?&lt;br /&gt;Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?&lt;br /&gt;Between the noise you hear and the sounds you like&lt;br /&gt;Are we just sinking in the ocean of faces&lt;br /&gt;It can't be possible that rain could fall&lt;br /&gt;Only when it's over our heads&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining every day, but it's far away&lt;br /&gt;Over the world, it said, they got, they got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the right friends in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right moves in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what you see, I know I could never be&lt;br /&gt;Someone that'll look like you&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what you say, I know I could never fake&lt;br /&gt;Someone that could sound like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the right friends in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right moves in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;All the right friends in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right moves in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;All the right moves, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;All the right moves, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, we're going down)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-226790807581238442?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/226790807581238442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=226790807581238442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/226790807581238442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/226790807581238442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-right-moves-one-republic.html' title='all the right moves- One Republic'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-3454540891158132417</id><published>2010-01-14T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:55:55.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BENVOLIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Not having that, which, having, makes them short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENVOLIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Out--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENVOLIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Out of her favour, where I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENVOLIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,&lt;br /&gt;    Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,&lt;br /&gt;    Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!&lt;br /&gt;    Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?&lt;br /&gt;    Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.&lt;br /&gt;    Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.&lt;br /&gt;    Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!&lt;br /&gt;    O any thing, of nothing first create!&lt;br /&gt;    O heavy lightness! serious vanity!&lt;br /&gt;    Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!&lt;br /&gt;    Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,&lt;br /&gt;    sick health!&lt;br /&gt;    Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!&lt;br /&gt;    This love feel I, that feel no love in this.&lt;br /&gt;    Dost thou not laugh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-3454540891158132417?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3454540891158132417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=3454540891158132417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/3454540891158132417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/3454540891158132417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/benvolio-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-1681640068458279417</id><published>2010-01-14T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:34:24.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to fall in love. is that allowed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1681640068458279417?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1681640068458279417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1681640068458279417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1681640068458279417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1681640068458279417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-fall-in-love-is-that-allowed.html' title='i want to fall in love. is that allowed?'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6134372253736593601</id><published>2010-01-13T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:17:23.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!!!!!! I DINT REALISE YOU CAN PICK UP THE TORTOISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-6134372253736593601?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6134372253736593601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=6134372253736593601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6134372253736593601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6134372253736593601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/lol-i-dint-realise-you-can-pick-up.html' title='LOL!!!!!! I DINT REALISE YOU CAN PICK UP THE TORTOISE'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-8878432843567451387</id><published>2010-01-12T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:42:55.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8878432843567451387?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6424162793768918531</id><published>2010-01-12T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:23:33.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its either you are in cohoots or just incompetent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Polis Diraja Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;i have a question for you.&lt;br /&gt;if i am not mistaken,&lt;br /&gt;your job,&lt;br /&gt;the sole reason your institution exists,&lt;br /&gt;is to protect the people and property that belongs to EVERY&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIAN.&lt;br /&gt;am i right or am i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it&lt;br /&gt;that it is so hard to capture&lt;br /&gt;a couple of arsonists&lt;br /&gt;when it is quite clear&lt;br /&gt;what they are going after.&lt;br /&gt;it is quite clear&lt;br /&gt;what their intentions.&lt;br /&gt;and still&lt;br /&gt;you claim that you have not found the person&lt;br /&gt;responsible for these crimes of hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it, the malaysian police force&lt;br /&gt;with all the resources in their hands&lt;br /&gt;are unable to capture a couple of&lt;br /&gt;trouble makers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this incompetence?&lt;br /&gt;or is it that you support their actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is incompetence then i suggest you take a good hard look&lt;br /&gt;at all the ridiculous remarks and statements you give out to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not assume we are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i know even 15 year olds, that have enough sense to understand whats going on&lt;br /&gt;do not try to give an illusion of calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for we the public are not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;if you are telling me that it is impossible to capture&lt;br /&gt;a group of trouble makers&lt;br /&gt;that are as trivial as the ones causing the problems&lt;br /&gt;then why do we need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it that you can ask the churches to beef up their security?&lt;br /&gt;isn't that your job?&lt;br /&gt;or is it because you do not want to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because from my point of view,&lt;br /&gt;churches, like temples, like mosques&lt;br /&gt;are places of holy worship.&lt;br /&gt;its a place where people go to,&lt;br /&gt;to find peace,&lt;br /&gt;serenity.&lt;br /&gt;to be one with their gods&lt;br /&gt;or to communicate with their gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not a shopping mall where people store goods&lt;br /&gt;nor is it a bank where people store their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a place, that in many cases is poorer than all the other institutions.&lt;br /&gt;it is not meant to be daunting&lt;br /&gt;it is not meant to intimidate&lt;br /&gt;it is meant to be open for people.&lt;br /&gt;to come in and worship and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what kind of security do you expect them to have?&lt;br /&gt;arent the police supposed to protect us?&lt;br /&gt;if all we need are security guards then i should hope&lt;br /&gt;that the police force be disbanded and the money distributed to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, are we supposed to depend on the sole called security guards&lt;br /&gt;who can barely communicate with us&lt;br /&gt;who can barely stay up long enough to even open a gate&lt;br /&gt;to protect from angry arsonists?&lt;br /&gt;i say we are lucky they dont help the arsonists set fire to the buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the point of having the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLIS DIRAJA MALAYSIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we are still being threatened by low life thugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't get you people&lt;br 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title='its either you are in cohoots or just incompetent'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-6481093578541228526</id><published>2010-01-08T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:52:01.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEriOuslY!!!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When our new prime minister took his oath.&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself this is the dawn of a new era&lt;br /&gt;things are going to change.&lt;br /&gt;looking at his past, i thought it was for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for awhile, i thought i was right.&lt;br /&gt;the economy was recovering&lt;br /&gt;things became cheaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life was more peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;even with the opposition making mountains out of mole hills.&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps losing the two thirds majority&lt;br /&gt;to a simple majority was a good thing&lt;br /&gt;now the government would have to work much harder&lt;br /&gt;to prove to us that they are worthy of taking charge of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to some extent i suppose,&lt;br /&gt;even corruption seemed to slow down within the government.&lt;br /&gt;god knows, even the strictest and most honest governments would have this disease.&lt;br /&gt;so less corruption was a very good improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, just as it seems that our country took a step forward,&lt;br /&gt;we took two steps back.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps more than just two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1Malaysia concept.&lt;br /&gt;i had my doubts about it&lt;br /&gt;but since the government was trying really hard to push it&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;hey, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told myself i would try my best to embrace the idea.&lt;br /&gt;mind you, i was never one to judge my friends based on colour,&lt;br /&gt;i've always picked friends just cause they are better than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to me it wasn't too hard.&lt;br /&gt;saying Hi to everyone wasn't a chore, but a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the recent liberalisation of the economy sector&lt;br /&gt;was to me&lt;br /&gt;a breath of relief.&lt;br /&gt;this means that it is now an equal playing field,&lt;br /&gt;where i can compete fairly among my peers.&lt;br /&gt;not because i'm chinese, or he is malay or she is indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but because we are all striving to be the best&lt;br /&gt;in the dog eat dog economy out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the events that conspired last night really ticked me off&lt;br /&gt;is that one word really worth causing the whole country to shake?&lt;br /&gt;mind you, the court has not even ruled anything yet&lt;br /&gt;is that one word really your god, or is he something so much more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we really so shallow as to argue over the use of one word?&lt;br /&gt;is it really worth putting all the children in this country at risk?&lt;br /&gt;is it worth risking damage. real physical damage to people.&lt;br /&gt;living breathing human beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that Malaysia is a democratic country.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in our constitution, it is stated that Islam is our national religion.&lt;br /&gt;i do not challenge this fact.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Malaysia is a free country.&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is written in the constitution that we are all free to practice our own religion&lt;br /&gt;as long as it doesn't intefere with another religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, based on one court ruling which was stayed&lt;br /&gt;based on ONE word that is being tried&lt;br /&gt;we are going to destroy&lt;br /&gt;all that OUR forefather worked for?&lt;br /&gt;a truly 1MALAYSIA&lt;br /&gt;where everybody, EVERYBODY can live together in harmony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been drilled in my high school&lt;br /&gt;that we should all practice Nilai's thought in our Moral classes&lt;br /&gt;Bertolak Ansur&lt;br /&gt;was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;this means that we should give and take each others weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;and work together to become something great.&lt;br /&gt;compromise, and giving in is two different concepts&lt;br /&gt;that i think our leaders really have to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be a young person, but i think i speak for a vast majority&lt;br /&gt;of Malaysians when i say&lt;br /&gt;I don't want blood on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hear explosions that have nothing to do with fireworks&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to think about my safety everytime i step out of my home&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i am inconsequential,&lt;br /&gt;and small&lt;br /&gt;but i believe&lt;br /&gt;that i want brighter days ahead for my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;and have my own beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: Don't act like a little child and throw a tantrum every time things don't go your way.&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-6481093578541228526?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' 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&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Cadd9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Saying I love you is&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Am7&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     not the words I want to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Cadd9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It's not that I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Am7&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     not to say but if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Bm7&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Am7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ho-ow ea-sy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D/F#&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It would be to show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Bm7&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Am7&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D7&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     More than words  is all you have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G7&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To make it real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Cm&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then you wouldn't have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Em7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     That you love me 'cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Am7&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D7&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I'd  already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D/F#&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What would you do if my heart was torn in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G/B&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Am7&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D7&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     More than words to show you feel that your love for me is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D/F#&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Em7&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Bm7&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What would you say if I took those words away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G/B&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Am7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then you couldn't make things new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;D7&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Just by saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat intro x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Now that I've tried to&lt;br /&gt;     Talk to you and make you understand&lt;br /&gt;     All that you have to do is&lt;br /&gt;     Close your eyes and just reach out your hands&lt;br /&gt;     And touch me&lt;br /&gt;     Hold me close don't ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;     More than words&lt;br /&gt;     Is all I ever needed you to show&lt;br /&gt;     Then you wouldn't have to say&lt;br /&gt;     That you love me&lt;br /&gt;     Cos I'd   All Ready Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT BRIDGE AD LIB AND FADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1472433019677355829?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1472433019677355829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1472433019677355829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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waiting&lt;br /&gt;Every night was praying&lt;br /&gt;Everyday would be the day I’d find you&lt;br /&gt;I grew so impatient, how long would it take&lt;br /&gt;To know you were out there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere waiting, wondering just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life to love you&lt;br /&gt;All that time I was dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;Your love babe&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I lose faith, did I lose heart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did, but I never lost my way&lt;br /&gt;To where you are - I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting all my life to find you&lt;br /&gt;Always been one step behind you&lt;br /&gt;Your love babe&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life to love you&lt;br /&gt;All that time I was dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;Your love babe&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love I’ve been waiting&lt;br /&gt;Your love I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1504809476059177129?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1504809476059177129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=1504809476059177129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1504809476059177129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/1504809476059177129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you start becoming weary of me&lt;br /&gt;What burdens did I give you&lt;br /&gt;To you, no longer say anything&lt;br /&gt;I’ve become unable to ask now&lt;br /&gt;Without the usual grumbling&lt;br /&gt;Still smiling that polite smile&lt;br /&gt;Losing the sadness that passed by your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, it was absentminded stupidity on my part&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;When I see you with your back turned to me&lt;br /&gt;The time love clearly took&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see it too&lt;br /&gt;Like a time of separation&lt;br /&gt;I saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know you were such a part of me&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn it all back&lt;br /&gt;No, if you would smile for me just once more&lt;br /&gt;By myself, I’m unable to hold your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because of foolish pride, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;When I look at how cold you’ve become&lt;br /&gt;The separation spreading in this instance&lt;br /&gt;Now I know there’s nothing to be done&lt;br /&gt;In the name of love&lt;br /&gt;Slowly like changing colors&lt;br /&gt;Love is leaving me&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know I had it to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Even words of apology&lt;br /&gt;Although I’m as sorry as this&lt;br /&gt;What could a person like me&lt;br /&gt;Say and how could I say it&lt;br /&gt;Like I can’t breathe, I’m dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Inside lost time&lt;br /&gt;Even if I roam quickly&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I could do now&lt;br /&gt;Is that I can’t do anything&lt;br /&gt;When I see you with your back turned to me&lt;br /&gt;The time love clearly took&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see it too&lt;br /&gt;Like a time of separation&lt;br /&gt;I saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know you were such a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to&lt;br /&gt;http://cherry-blossom-heaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/super-junior-shes-gone_4170.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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with,&lt;br /&gt;how many more decade will they last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-6758983590101725918?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6758983590101725918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=6758983590101725918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6758983590101725918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/6758983590101725918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;cherish every moment with your best friends&lt;br /&gt;it might be your last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2787889443843014582?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2787889443843014582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2787889443843014582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2787889443843014582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/2787889443843014582'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptEAtbQ1I/AAAAAAAAASw/SrWQFGOmltQ/s1600-h/kims+karaoke+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptEAtbQ1I/AAAAAAAAASw/SrWQFGOmltQ/s320/kims+karaoke+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416261417543877458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well...... im going to tell you a story. a wonderful story on how i met these crazy friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as they say, friends who always praise you are useless and friends that only go against you are asses. hence thank God i met good friends like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyppiImQ0EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aG0G7scyCQM/s1600-h/5653_1090333867507_1501315782_30271786_3368345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyppiImQ0EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aG0G7scyCQM/s320/5653_1090333867507_1501315782_30271786_3368345_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416257537010880578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill start from the first few people i met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jo Ann:&lt;/span&gt; i met her in economics class. it was the first college class i went to and i was sooooooo nervous. then i met her and everything was nice and easy from there. however the class we met in, the first economic class we were in has dissapeared. oh well, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptETXUXeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-XMiTJwyXcs/s1600-h/IMG_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptETXUXeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-XMiTJwyXcs/s320/IMG_2970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416261422551424482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;See Wei:&lt;/span&gt; i met her in Mr. Kevin's law class. our first meeting was a little awkward, how that has changed over time. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/Syprj1J9ACI/AAAAAAAAASY/DE_dUsrW2kY/s1600-h/malacca+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/Syprj1J9ACI/AAAAAAAAASY/DE_dUsrW2kY/s320/malacca+36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416259765174861858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kimberley&lt;/span&gt;: i met her in Mr Mohan's Malaysian studies class. she was late and boy did she look blur when she came in. she sat right behind me and since she looked a little lost i decided to turn around and say Hi. hahahaha looking back now who knew we could become good friends.... totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyppiggnCQI/AAAAAAAAARY/Fq6FVkqcvXY/s1600-h/080709+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyppiggnCQI/AAAAAAAAARY/Fq6FVkqcvXY/s320/080709+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416257543429622018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lee Tat:&lt;/span&gt; Another one with regards to the Queen of randomness, i was having lunch with Jo Ann and See Wei when all of a sudden, Kimberley came and said "HI, this is my friend. his name is Tat." i guess it was chemistry or just randomness, but me and him ended up having breakfast together. hahahaha too bad we dont do it anymore. but we are young and perhaps someday we will have an Ang and Tan and associates&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/Sypri6ZnbFI/AAAAAAAAASA/E_tZvnHcu_A/s1600-h/prom+and+extras+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/Sypri6ZnbFI/AAAAAAAAASA/E_tZvnHcu_A/s320/prom+and+extras+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416259749402864722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Raphael, Junior, Jake&lt;/span&gt;: met this triplet at ms sunbeams English classes. Boy those were the rondomest sessions ever. we talked about............... Gosh! i honestly can't remember. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;life was good, and it will only get better. these are brothers. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets seee&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;express route was interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyppjVpYk7I/AAAAAAAAARo/GEZpGWYkzNs/s1600-h/prom+and+extras+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyppjVpYk7I/AAAAAAAAARo/GEZpGWYkzNs/s320/prom+and+extras+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416257557693502386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was in those classes where i got to meet people like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;May Jean, Thomas, Andrew, Geraldine, Winnie, Siew Yee, Kexin, Nick, Derek, Ashley, Hanna&lt;/span&gt; hmmmmmmmm well i cant possibly list down the whole express route right&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptDAfsy-I/AAAAAAAAASg/4pUywngdPlg/s1600-h/Gi+Joe+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptDAfsy-I/AAAAAAAAASg/4pUywngdPlg/s320/Gi+Joe+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416261400306437090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyways it was in those classes that i got closer to people like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thomas &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Geraldine&lt;/span&gt; and more. you know me right? hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyprjDNGg0I/AAAAAAAAASI/yH_cQaYk1f4/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyprjDNGg0I/AAAAAAAAASI/yH_cQaYk1f4/s320/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416259751766295362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, with geraldine came &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Michele&lt;/span&gt;. the first time i met her was in Mr Aria's second econs class........ but i dont remember when we started talking&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people i starte talking to on the internet and got to know them better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/Syppjmw6BpI/AAAAAAAAARw/k-KCW2IvgU8/s1600-h/prom+and+extras+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/Syppjmw6BpI/AAAAAAAAARw/k-KCW2IvgU8/s320/prom+and+extras+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416257562288457362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kexin&lt;/span&gt;, never talked much to her in class, but recently found out we both like manga and anime and making fun of lalas, and pretty much do random talking about random stuff, but thats what makes the world so random and random is fun and cool right? so i say lets be random for a bit longer before random turns into stupid and we turn into actual grown ups. Btw i'm still waiting to see your story and see your cosplay. :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we can start and form a club too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptDpUFoKI/AAAAAAAAASo/LipkT9xxs7Y/s1600-h/Gi+Joe+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptDpUFoKI/AAAAAAAAASo/LipkT9xxs7Y/s320/Gi+Joe+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416261411263586466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is also &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jolynn&lt;/span&gt;..... where our friendship started on the train that faithful day, and slowly became a good one. hahahahaha! have you sat on your long train yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptE4AfXRI/AAAAAAAAATA/W3EAI93mrCw/s1600-h/IMG_3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptE4AfXRI/AAAAAAAAATA/W3EAI93mrCw/s320/IMG_3010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416261432387788050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are too many numerous others like chew theng and lai yee, whom i dont really remember how we met but i'm so glad ive met you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Su Ning&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt; whom i recently got to know. Really funny and cute("&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Su Ning&lt;/span&gt; is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute!" as quoted from&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Kimberley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porridge. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry jake, guess my memory isnt that good after all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TO Kimberly who marks our economics papers. thanks for all your wonderful remarks and helpful hints. i mean it. really. at first she was such an enigma. but she is so nice once you get to know her. sorry i din't mention you earlier. i was looking for a good picture of you. hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8165515266258248357?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8165515266258248357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=8165515266258248357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8165515266258248357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8165515266258248357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-i-met-all-my-bac-friends-challenge.html' title='how i met all my BAC friends. - challenge from jake'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SyptEAtbQ1I/AAAAAAAAASw/SrWQFGOmltQ/s72-c/kims+karaoke+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-379662896229015011</id><published>2009-12-15T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:09:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo hoo</title><content type='html'>This is my first post from my phone........... Woo hoo showing off muahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-379662896229015011?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/379662896229015011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=379662896229015011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/379662896229015011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/379662896229015011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/woo-hoo.html' title='woo 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phone&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;express music 5530&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best week eVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2441889930597523693?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2441889930597523693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2441889930597523693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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way back when horses still had jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;in the old, old west&lt;br /&gt;there lived a cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cowboy was no ordinary cowboy&lt;br /&gt;for he knew something everyone else did not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cowboy had the power of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;for he has lived ever since&lt;br /&gt;man still hid in caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he lived at a time where a man's best friend&lt;br /&gt;was no random mutt&lt;br /&gt;but a sharp stone and a good pair of legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such was the hardships he had to endure to live as long as he has,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, this cowboy was no ordinary cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;he is special.&lt;br /&gt;he is old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he lives in a place called tanjung rambutan&lt;br /&gt;where nurses feed him medication on a daily basis so he doesn't go around disturbing the other&lt;br /&gt;mental patients around him&lt;br /&gt;with stories of sticks and stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;he is really old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stories he tells seems too real to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there is more to this old cowboy than meets the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8007968421789487513?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8007968421789487513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=8007968421789487513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8007968421789487513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8007968421789487513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-way-back-when-horses-still-had.html' title='it was way back when horses still had jobs'/><author><name>chilliaddict's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960639541962328594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-2826830169773645433</id><published>2009-12-11T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:55:29.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This dance - Five for Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is not our favorite song&lt;br /&gt;but the night is moving right along&lt;br /&gt;may I have your hand, may I have this dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense that you are amused,&lt;br /&gt;but you just bought those brand new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;It would such a shame not to give us the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my love there is only so&lt;br /&gt;many dances we can take across&lt;br /&gt;the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while is just me and you&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might say to you&lt;br /&gt;You put the beautiful in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know at times that you feel alone&lt;br /&gt;when I'm here and I'm never home.&lt;br /&gt;You said before is the price that you pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On matters of clarity&lt;br /&gt;is not secret you are carrying me.&lt;br /&gt;But you disguise thoughts of fall&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my love there is only so&lt;br /&gt;many dances we can take across&lt;br /&gt;the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while is just me and you&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might say to you&lt;br /&gt;You put the beautiful in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh....&lt;br /&gt;oh...oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not our favorite song&lt;br /&gt;but I wish it go on and on&lt;br /&gt;it's moments like these&lt;br /&gt;singers do all they can to stop time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me just say to you&lt;br /&gt;before the DJ changes the tune&lt;br /&gt;you put the beautiful in life&lt;br /&gt;you put the beautiful in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-2826830169773645433?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2826830169773645433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=2826830169773645433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think as one of my new year resolutions&lt;br /&gt;i shall not wait for things to happen anymore&lt;br /&gt;i shall not wait for people to decide things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is short&lt;br /&gt;and if the stories about the end of the world is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it probably means i dont have much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never liked it when the pastor or any other person talked about the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really because I'm afraid of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its because i'll regret all the things i  have not done because i have waited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for school to be over&lt;br /&gt;waited to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;wait, wait, wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the end&lt;br /&gt;not cause I'll be no more&lt;br /&gt;it would be cause i would have wasted my life doing nothing i really wanted&lt;br /&gt;because i keep holding myself back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live like its your last&lt;br /&gt;never sounded so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, this kind of thinking is what gets people killed in freak accidents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ill try to change my life a bit at a time&lt;br /&gt;live like its your last week i suppose&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;more room to plan ahead now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-1952846762090913856?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhbVeEGyXek/SnO_B2mEDNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OdF5Jly4ok0/S220/5653_1090333827506_1501315782_30271785_3476878_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8560271223233426459.post-8908631848618849420</id><published>2009-12-08T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:44:23.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why is it that whenever i walk into the exam hall all my knowledge leaves me&lt;br /&gt;and i am but an empty husk&lt;br /&gt;and the moment i walk out of that hall&lt;br /&gt;everything rushes back in and gives me a freakin headache&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;what the hell la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people and things always leave me when i need them most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it la~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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/&gt;Wrapped up in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;When the world &lt;br /&gt;That were living in is crazy&lt;br /&gt;You gladly hold me and carry me through&lt;br /&gt;No one in the world has ever done &lt;br /&gt;What you did for me&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;If there were no you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how do I love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me count the ways&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no number high enough &lt;br /&gt;To end this phrase&lt;br /&gt;Baby, completely &lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;When the world &lt;br /&gt;That were living in is crazy&lt;br /&gt;You gladly hold me and carry me through&lt;br /&gt;No one in the world has ever done &lt;br /&gt;What you did for me&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;If there were no you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love you&lt;br /&gt;Well don't you know&lt;br /&gt;I love you bout as deep&lt;br /&gt;As any love can grow&lt;br /&gt;Baby, completely&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, completely&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8560271223233426459-8565365079608839015?l=chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliaddictsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8565365079608839015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8560271223233426459&amp;postID=8565365079608839015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8565365079608839015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8560271223233426459/posts/default/8565365079608839015'/><link rel='alternate' 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